Everyone was stunned.
"No, brother." The middle-aged man became anxious. "This is your fault. You knocked him down, so naturally, you have to compensate him."
"Uncle, please mind your words." Lu Benwei sneered.
"It was him who bumped into us, causing the blue and white porcelain in his hand to shatter."
Chu Yan put her hands on her hips and echoed, "Yes, this matter is not our fault."
The middle-aged man was stunned, and his face turned red. At this moment, he was a little embarrassed. If Lu Benwei did not offer to compensate, he would feel a little embarrassed.
"Brother, how about this? You just pay 150,000 yuan."
Lu Benwei smiled and said, "If you think you're being kind, then take out 150,000 yuan and buy this piece of junk."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang, and the young man pounced.
"This is my family's heirloom. You broke it, but not only did you not pay for it, you even called them trash!"
